Noctisardor Bypass my throat is a beehive pitched in the river

Sorry for the delay. :/

The woman responds and offers a smile but Florence doesn’t seem much effort behind it. Disappointment. Her jaws tighten and her head dips, frowning even with the compliment. She shakes her head, trying to ward off the apology, and for some reason she can’t figure out why she feels the sting that she couldn’t be whoever the woman thought she was. The sadness in her features draw her and she shifts her weight awkwardly, pawing at the ground absently.

“I’m sorry about your friend,” she offers and tries to smile but only half her muscles work and she smoothes out her expression quickly to hide the attempt. “I’m Florence, by the way,” she finally introduces. Maybe the woman doesn’t want to know since she’s not who she thought she was but she gives the information away anyway.